After the laughter comes the pain
As if there is not much to gain,
Pain of marriage is more than joy,
As your life proceed like a toy,
Before,its like a dream comes true,
Faces brighten as two hearts glue,
But turned sour as time passes by,
Unfulfilled promise makes bride cry,
This romance is no longer rosy,
As it makes both lovers drowsy ,
Third party should not be condoled ,
As damaged heart is being consoled,
Hatred drums slowly for some one ,
Peace refuses to dance in the sun .
8-7-2019
Contest:One in Four sponsored by Joseph May..
Instrument
Only time is powerful instrument
That could place us at its control
I understood this when I achieved
Those desires which were not in my realm
To define such failures and progress
Equally put me in bliss and distress
Ups and downs backward and forward
Pros and cons love and hatred from
Who they were my owns I thought
Who they were indifferent and blinked eyes
Met passersby in the walks of lives
A fissure and walk along with out
Destination I carved in mind slit
Many times I was condoled by
Who were my beloved in phone and internet?
Flashing cheeks both side I built
Stout enough and coughed pain
This has been a wonderful culture of young
Leave parents and roam abroad
They have life they feel should not blame
The shoulder and emptied pocket of parents
Overwhelming remained in smile
Drinking sorrows of body and wealth more
Children sank their bodies in sea shore.
Lancelot left his friend sir kay snoring
Took his garment and he wore
He rode into the woods singing
He saw a glade and the quartet as they swore
The quartet,loitering in power thought it was sir kay
Sir Sagramour charged at lancelot, they clashed
Lancelot stood and was down in disgust
Ector carelessly proceeded to him, but was slashed
The third,Sir Uwaine panicked, he looked in distrust
with the failure of othershe was encourage to play
He moved, lancelot knew him well he fell like an eagle
Finally Sir Gawaine clashed with lancelot Gawaine's spear melted
His horse reversed upside down and he fell into the jungle
The four Sirs condoled them selves until they discovered.
It was lancelot not Sir Kay, the knight full of sorrow couldn't rise up from the clay
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